Easily my favorite record of 2010 this has to be at least the third time I've posted this album here. But I still feel compelled to do so every so often, essentially whenever I'm confronted and awestruck by the sheer crushing force of this shit. From the straight-forward blunt force riffing of the initial track Hail to the shredding black metal influence that eventually gives way to even bleaker doom riffs of Satan. The positively monumental riffing of Worship to the dark and noisey finale in Doom. This shit is good and if it was a physical entity it would beat up your whole family and all your pets at the same time with a cudgel. This is probably the heaviest record of all time and if you expose your children to at a young enough age I can almost guarantee they will develop magickal talents and psychic abilities beyond your wildest fathomings. Embrace the riff lest it be your ruin.
Yet another source of evil radiating from the southern hemisphere. Vassafor recently unleashed this double LP Obsidian Codex, an oppressive blackened fog that hangs heavy. Dark melodies are shrouded in a deep and swarming din, distant voices shrieking and growling from the depths of the mix. This isn't just another murky blackened epic, though. Doomed influences reveal themselves fully in some of the longer passages, the longest of the ten tracks over twenty-three minutes. A couple of the more lengthy songs may test this zealot's dedication but for the most part these Kiwi weirdos do a pretty great job of keeping things interesting or at least hypnotic enough to keep me entranced.
Play it extremely loud. Easily year-end-list worthy, Very Cool.
Inquisition - Ominous Doctrines of the Perpetual Mystical Macrocosm (2011)
I'm going to be blunt with you neckbeard poser weirdos. If Dagon's vocals "bother you" it's because you are a false. Straight up. You're a fucking false. Delete your collection of raw beastial cassette mp3's then delete your life.
This band's entire discography is solid obsidian bulletproof untouchable evil and this record is the most despicable jewel in a truly appalling crown. This most malevolent of headgear bears many a sinister gem (I really stand by the claim that just about everything they've done is pretty great) but this is truly the most malignant slab of ritualistic riffage this Seattle-by-way-of-Columbia outfit has released into the mystical macrocosm. I want to get this album artwork tattooed on my face.
When it comes to death metal, I like it dark, heavy, and evil. Or sweatpantsy. Either way works, really. These guys appeal to the former more than the latter and the more I listen to this record the more I like it. It won't scare your mom as much as Vasaeleth but it's definitely a keeper. Thumbs up, says death metal Caesar. Death metal Caesar loves everything that sounds like Incantation, though. He's so predictable.
This is one of those releases I was almost positive I posted when it came out. Absolutely relentless death from the southern hemisphere. Fast and sinister Incantation-esque riffing combined with a seemingly tireless rhythm section, vocals that are subdued enough to add to the evil atmosphere but aren't completely lost in the shred. Evil shit for people in the murkier side of death metal.
Serpentine Path are essentially a doomed super group with the dudes from Unearthly Trance and one of the dudes formerly of Electric Wizard. Edging toward the funeral side of the genre, this one might test the patience of those uninitiated. A disgusting aural mire that doesn't break any new ground but will threaten to pull you down all the same.
I didn't even know this was happening. Not bad. Kinda slammy, kinda tech wanky with some serious business brutalizing riffs to be sure. Not my usual cup of tea but entertaining enough.
It's been awhile since I've brought a plague of doomed death upon you, so guess what fuckers? Today is the day. Anhedonist are from Seattle, WA and play a very oppressing and sinister brand of doomed death. Or deathed doom. I don't think it really matters which order you say them in. Though it's true for most music, maximum volume definitely produces maximum results with this record.
See those dudes on the cover getting slurped down in that horrifying abyssal nothingness? That's about to be you. YOU'RE ABOUT TO BE SLURPED DOWN INTO A HORRIFYING ABYSSAL NOTHINGNESS.
All style and no substance. The shit-on-purpose production style holds this record back in my opinion. That and the fact that some of the songs are probably twice as long as they should be. All that said, a fun rockin' punked out death romp that's enjoyable at least one time through.
Remember when I said it was way too hot? Well guess what? It's fucking hotter now. I've got the it's hot as fuck and I want to eat dinner but don't want to cook it because having a box emitting 400 degree heat into my home sounds like some sort of torture. It's too hot to pass on any sort of information. You don't care anyway. You just use me for my links. But you see that face on that album cover? That is a man attuned with the riff. Pay attention.
Maybe you are a smarty pants and you already know all about The Bootlicker, part of Melvins weird trilogy thing they did. They did a lot of weird things. This album is Melvins playing some tantric Om type stuff. It's trippy mane.
Double feature because I've been pretty juiced on Melvins lately, a phenominon that will come to a raging head September 6th when they play with Big Business. Much like said performance, this album is "Melvins Lite" which essentially just means it's King Buzzo, Dale Crover, and Trevor Dunn. No business dudes. No double drum kit.
It took my awhile to formulate just how I felt about this record. There are a couple tracks that I'll come back to, but so me of them are pretty snoozeworthy. Not enough heavy for my rotten desensitized pallete but plenty of badassery to be had in the riff department.
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